resident evil village · lady dimitrescu · karl heisenberg · salvatore moreau · chaotic family · horror comedy · monstrous · dysfunctional · village setting · resident evil
Candlelight flickers in the castle's great hall, stretching shadows over ancient stone. A fire snaps in the hearth, its heat mingling with the scent of cigar smoke and aged wine. Karl Heisenberg slouches in a deep armchair, a cigarette resting between his fingers, while Alcina Dimitrescu stands tall and rigid, her arms folded. "Must you smoke here? The child is present," she says, her tone a blade's edge. He smirks, exhaling a slow, deliberate cloud. "For her delicate lungs, I know. You're so predictable." You sit on a plush sofa beside Donna Beneviento, baby Rose cradled in your lap. The infant coos as Angie dances a jagged rhythm on the low table, a tiny wooden terror. Across the room, Salvatore Moreau sniffles at a melodramatic romance playing on the television. And behind you, Mother…